A composition about a story in the photo

1. A 400-word essay on the story of a photo

A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes something A memory; a photo contains an emotion.

Mom was organizing photos on the computer, and I leaned over to take a look. In one of the photos, I smiled particularly brightly on the beautiful prairie...

I remember that when I was six years old, my mother took me to play on the prairie of Inner Mongolia.

As soon as you get off the car, you can smell the fragrance of the earth. The grass is tender and green from bottom to top. There is no variegation in sight. The scattered sheep are like a flock of sheep. Blossoming white flowers are embedded in the green sea. The sky here is exceptionally blue, crisp and calm. The idle clouds are calm and leisurely, changing various postures, admiring the beautiful scenery of the grassland. And everything in it is filled with the vitality of dawn and the moisture of morning rain, making it look so fresh and quiet. Looking further, there are many white mushroom-like yurts, and there are a few horses grazing leisurely next to them. From time to time, they are attracted by the fragrance of wild flowers, as if they have a special nostalgia for them. I was almost drunk, and wanted to run away, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of the painting; I wanted to shout, but was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the painting. I could only lie quietly on the grass, smiling at the blue sky... At this time, my mother took out her camera and took a photo of this unforgettable moment.

This photo captured my childhood and the beautiful mountains and rivers of my motherland.

2. A 400-word essay on the story of a photo

Growing up, I took countless photos, and the most unforgettable one was this one when I traveled to Huangshan The photos were taken.

On New Year’s Day, the first day of this year, our family went to travel to the beautiful and pleasant Huangshan Mountain.

After a day's journey, we were all very tired and soon fell asleep. But the next day, my brother and I still woke up very early. We walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look. We were stunned by the scene in front of us. The world outside the window was already completely white. We were both very excited. We shouted and dragged everyone to climb the mountain.

We walked slowly in the mountains. It was still bright at first, and the mountains were very quiet in this hazy place. We could only see a vast expanse of white along the way. After a while, the sun came out. When this When the rising sun shed the first ray of sunlight, I suddenly discovered: rime! Under the sunlight, the crystal silver rime sparkles and is extremely beautiful. Everyone was attracted by the beautiful figure of the snow girl who came overnight. Look! She left a graceful figure on the pavilion, on the cedar, on the open ground, and on the lake. Hey! Look! How wonderful are the icicles on this pavilion! Long and short, uneven, different thickness, and different shapes. Everyone walked, watched and talked, lingering and enjoying themselves. Dad held the camera and pressed the shutter button desperately, and grandpa also held up the video camera, not wanting to miss a beautiful scene. I quickly found a beautiful little tree, stood in front of it, and asked my dad to come over and take a picture of me. I just heard a "click" and took this photo. A little girl in a red down jacket is standing in front of the tree and smiling at you!

This trip to Huangshan gave me an unexpected surprise. I will keep this trip firmly in my heart.

3. Composition about the story of a photo

The story of a photo

On the desk in my room, there is There is a photo of three girls laughing happily, and look! The tallest girl was me, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits. Behind us were a group of red sculptures of little boys. Whenever I see this photo, it reminds me of the day I visited the Guangzhou Museum.

It was a sunny weekend, and my aunt took me and my cousin to visit the Guangzhou Museum.

When I came to the gate of the museum, I saw a group of red sculptures of little boys on the water. They were tall and short, some were standing, some were doing handstands, some were squatting, and some were squatting. Bending over, some holding out their bellies... Each of them was naked, some were shivering, and some were covering their bodies in embarrassment. They were lifelike, with different shapes, and extremely interesting. Just when we were very happy to see it, our aunt suggested taking pictures for us, and a "click" left us with wonderful memories.

Then we went to the first floor to read. There were so many books that I was dazzled. I picked a book called "The Story of 365 Nights", which contained a ferocious hippopotamus and a hateful queen. It was very interesting and I was fascinated by it. However, due to time constraints, I read a few stories and my aunt asked us to leave. . If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely read this book. The stories in it are really fascinating.

Then we went to the second floor. As soon as we stepped on the stairs, I was attracted by the beautiful music coming from upstairs. There are more than a dozen musical instruments there, and there is a screen next to the instruments. We can click on which piece of music we want to listen to. While listening to the music, we look at the screen. The music inside is all very nice.

As I listened, I thought: Human beings are so great and smart, that they can create such magical things! I want to study hard now, and when I grow up, I want to invent more and better things for the world!

Finally, we visited the exhibition halls on the fourth and fifth floors. After lunch, we went home happily.

4. Composition "Story in Photos" or "The Moment of ______" 600 words

Story in Photos

Brother, why are you two doing this? Penalty standing?

Xiaobao: "Brother, why are you two forced to stand?" "Because you slept in class, what about you? Why?" . "Because I don't sleep!" Different stages have different worries! You must be happy in life, otherwise you will miss it and never find that happiness again. Experience is a kind of happiness! People live! It’s just a state of mind!

This photo shows what you should do at any age. Expand it yourself!

5. The Story of a Photo Composition

The Story of a Photo

Zhenxing Road Primary School

Zhou Ledi

< p> A photo is an interesting story, and a photo is a beautiful memory. I have nearly 200 photos saved at home. These photos record my wonderful memories from birth to now.

One day, I was looking through the photo album. Flipping, flipping, suddenly, a photo caught my eye. Look, a cute little girl is holding her index finger and crying! The scene at that time emerged in my mind: At that time, I was only 4 years old and very naughty. There was a power outage that night. It was after 9 o'clock, but I was still playing very enthusiastically. My mother came to urge me: "Didi, brush your teeth and go to bed!" I rubbed my dry eyes and said, "No, I I'm afraid it'll be cold under the covers!" My mother hugged me and said, "I've already put on the hot water bottle. Dear Didi, go to bed first!" "Oh!" I walked into the bedroom very reluctantly. I first put my hand into the quilt and prepared to warm my hand with a hot water bottle. Unexpectedly, my hand was burned. I cried "Wow". My mother hurriedly ran in. When she saw me with tears on my face, she said dumbfounded: "Silly boy, the hot water bottle has just been installed. You can't just take it directly." My mother helped me blow it and told me seriously that the more I cry, the more painful it will be. of. My aunt was adjusting the camera, which was facing me. She accidentally pressed the shutter button and took this photo...

Whenever I think of this funny thing, I always want to laugh. . This incident left me with very fond memories.

6. A story in a photo, a 700-word essay

In my hazy mind, grandma will always have silver hair and two curved smiling eyebrows, very charming. My father said that grandma was very beautiful when she was young. I believe that my aunt is very good-looking. It is said that she is the replica of grandma. I don’t have much perceptual understanding of my grandma. In my memory, I only have an old photo that allows me to capture my grandma’s loving figure.

According to my parents, my grandma is an authentic Beijinger. After marrying my grandpa, she has always stayed by his side and has never left the capital. Unexpectedly, grandpa passed away prematurely, leaving grandma alone with him.

In order to take care of my grandma, my father went to Beijing several times and asked her to come and live with me in Shijiazhuang, but my grandma refused to say anything. She couldn't let go of her home, a place full of emotions and tears.

It wasn’t until I was born that my grandma reluctantly said goodbye to her home and came to my parents to help her take care of me, a baby who was waiting to be fed. My father told me that whenever she had free time at that time, grandma would stare at the north in a daze. My father knew that grandma was homesick for home, the old house that haunted her.

My father had been trying to find an opportunity to take her back to the old house to visit, but God did not follow his wishes. While I was still learning the language, my grandma passed away with unresolved regrets. , whenever this matter is mentioned, my father’s heart aches.

I remember when I was in fifth grade, one time when we were talking about my grandma, my father took out a photo of my parents and my grandma. It was the only souvenir left by my grandma.

In this four-inch black and white photo, grandma has silver hair and is wearing a beige top. Perhaps it is the visual effect of the photo. There is not a single wrinkle on her fair face, and her eyes are The crooked one seemed to be smiling. My father said that my grandma always seemed to be smiling.

In the photo, grandma is sitting in the front, holding a baby who is just over 100 days old in her arms. My parents said that was me, "Ah! How could it be so ugly?" After hearing this, they carefully looked at the doll in the photo. Although it was as fair as grandma, there were almost no other advantages: the front door, the spoon behind the head, the small baby There was a slit in his eyes, I don’t know, I thought they were closed, but my parents just said they were open. At that time, I quickly looked in the mirror and took stock of myself: Although my nose was not straight and my eyes were not big, basically my nose was a nose and my eyes were eyes. It's definitely not closed when it's open! She turned her face, looked at her mother, and pointed at the photo: "Is that me in the photo? Is that right?" Her mother was very angry: "You kid, you were fat back then! Look at those arms, each section is The joints are like lotus root segments. Apart from the flesh, the face is just meat. It is so crowded that there is no room for the facial features. It would be nice to have a gap.

It means grandma raised you well! "

Well-raised? I curled my lips, so ugly!

But as for grandma, she was holding that ugly child of mine with a loving look on her face. At this time, I I discovered a new problem: the people in the photo are neither sitting nor standing. Grandma is leaning back, and father is leaning forward. Mother is standing upright next to father, but her hands are holding grandma's chair. Look closely. , I am the only one who has the best feeling for taking pictures. You see, although she seems to be sleeping but not sleeping, she is leaning leisurely in grandma's arms. It is exquisite and clear, and has the angelic feeling of Yuying.

I looked at it carefully. Looking at this photo, I tried to find the answer from the details: It’s so strange! With my father’s temperament, he shouldn’t be standing like this. My father is a person who pays great attention to details. He usually does things in a strict and meticulous manner and is never vague. This is especially true for my appearance and dress. No matter what the material is, as long as it is worn on my father's body, it must be clean and neat. I have seen many personal photos of my father when he was young, all of them were well-dressed and handsome. < /p>

Suddenly, I thought about it and said to my parents regretfully: "The photo studio is so irresponsible. They took pictures before everyone's poses were set. Why didn't you ask for a retake?" "

After hearing this, my mother laughed and said, "It's not the fault of the photo studio. It's all done to make you feel comfortable." You were very fat at that time, and it was winter, so you were wrapped in a thick mattress and very bloated. Your grandma was originally small and had short arms. She didn't dare to use force when holding you. She said she would hug you and hurt you, but she couldn't hold you tightly and was afraid of throwing you. "When my mother said this, I was moved in my heart: I have received such high treatment, but I don't know anything about it! I really found the happiness of "holding it in your mouth for fear of melting, holding it in your hand for fear of falling", What a pity! I was young at that time and didn’t know what caring was. Suddenly, I envied this ugly child for no reason.

My mother continued to describe the scene as if it was happening before my eyes. General: "When taking pictures, in order to avoid hugging you hard, grandma did not dare to hug you hard. She just tried to make a bigger circle with her arms, so that the whole body became a reclined position, with her back and the back of the chair Formed into a triangle, the focus is on the back of the chair. In order to maintain the stability of the chair, your father could only use two hands to press the chair hard to prevent the stool from overturning. As a result, various postures appeared in the photo...

The story of the photo is over, my The text ends here. But let me tell you, it’s strange that since I saw grandma’s photo, grandma in my mind is no longer a title or a symbol. She filled up in my mind, becoming beautiful and familiar.

Author: Mu Huiyufei

7. Write an essay using the story in the photo.

On August 28, 1937, it was dark and the sun was blocked by layers of dark clouds. But the Shanghai South Railway Station was still bustling with activity. People preparing to take the train did not notice at all that a small group of heavily armed Japanese soldiers were approaching the entrance of the train station. They held submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging on their waists, and quickly scanned the busy people around them with their wolf-like eyes.

Suddenly, a man who looked like a commander raised his submachine gun and fired at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were so frightened by this sudden attack that they were stunned. Fell in a pool of blood. Among the children who were resting and playing in front of the platform, some were timid and were so frightened that they burst into tears; there were also some daring ones who fled in all directions. The entire train station was shrouded in fear, and there was a murderous aura in the air.

Accompanied by a "buzzing" sound, several bowtie fighter jets of different colors and shapes were flying towards here. They were seen hovering over the train station like a few ferocious eagles. Dropped a few bombs and then flew away. The bomb fell into the South Railway Station like lightning, and the South Railway Station, which was bustling an hour ago, instantly turned into ruins.

From the ruins of the South Railway Station came bursts of childish crying, and a little boy was seen sitting on the ground splattered with blood, crying helplessly. He was dressed in ragged clothes, and his thin body supported his big head. He was obviously another poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child, but also the luckiest child. When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents pressed their sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a place of refuge with their own lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate fell squarely on the couple...

When the child woke up, he could not find his parents among the unrecognizable corpses around him. The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry. ah! This is a baby about 1 year old. He is covered in blood. Some wounds are covered with soot, and some wounds have suppurated. No wonder he cried so much. When the enemy plane dropped bombs, his parents pinned him under their bodies and used their own lives to provide him with a place of refuge. How lucky he was to be the only person who miraculously survived the bombing. Two days later, the unconscious child was rescued by the search and rescue team of the Soviet Embassy in China. His parents had been crushed to death.

At that time, the search and rescue team leader told reporters: "There are not many Chinese people who can be rescued in this situation.

"Now, that child is 70 years old and living in Russia. The Japanese bombing of Shanghai South Railway Station left an indelible shadow on his soul. Here, I want to appeal to the world: "Save the children. , push the war to the abyss, and bring peace to walk with us

8. How to write the last paragraph of the composition about the story in the photo

A photo records a story A story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of emotion. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection.

My favorite photo was taken on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001 in the living room on the third floor of my new home. It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.

It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. During the chat, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I quickly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first.

When I got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring!

9. A 700-word essay on stories in photos for the first grade of junior high school. Stories in photos

When I opened the old photo album at home, I saw yellowed photos one after another.

That was a photo of my mother and uncle when they were young. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old. She is wearing a small square-necked cloth gown and a pair of trousers. She is hugging the tree trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is preparing to climb up the tree. As for my uncle, he was carrying a large bamboo pole more than three meters long, not knowing what he was going to do. After asking my mother, I found out that they were going to eat the cicada shells. In those days, cicada husk was an excellent Chinese medicinal material. Every summer vacation, children from all families would get up early, carrying small baskets and long bamboo poles to look for cicada shells in the groves in the village. The older brothers and sisters climbed up the tree to look for cicadas and cicada shells, while the younger brothers and sisters helped pass bamboo poles and pick up cicadas and cicada shells. They cooperated very well. Children often set out early in the morning with dry food and don't want to go home until dark. At this time, their small baskets were filled with cicada shells, and the small baskets with lids were filled with cicadas that had not yet fallen out of their shells.

After returning home, they washed and dried the cicada shells and sent them to the drug store in the town every few days, so that the tuition for the year was covered. During the good harvest, the extra money can also be used to buy some school supplies! The cicadas in the small basket that have not completely shelled out are another rare delicacy for people. Every night, when the cicadas are out of their shells, the children can't wait to clean the tender cicadas, shouting for the adults to put them in the pot, fry them until crispy, then sprinkle some salt on them and eat them deliciously. Get up. There are even children who are as greedy as cats. On the way to the drug store to sell cicada shells, they secretly hide a few cicada shells. When they get home, when the adults are not paying attention while cooking, they put them in the oil pan, fry them, and then put them in their mouths. Li ate it with relish.

Do you know what a delicious food this was for the children at that time!

This yellowed black and white photo seems to have brought me into my mother’s childhood, allowing my mother and I to enjoy that beautiful and happy time together!